she read the morning paper.
suddenly, happiness was the least of her worries.
Whenever you lend books to someone, you feel as if you’re giving them a small part of you that you hold very dear. There’s always that small fear that you’re never going to see that book again or when you do, it’ll be all torn up and abused.
This was my week:
- Get NO homework done over the last weekend. NOTHING. Went to bed Sunday night spazzing out over said procrastination.
- Monday: Scrambled to finish a paper that was due on Tuesday.
- Tuesday: Laid out all material for HUGE marketing exam the next day. Forced to finish French homework.
- Wednesday: Studied, studied, studied for marketing exam. Spent an hour scrambling to finish beginning on midterm editing project to find out that it won’t even be collected that night.
- Thursday: Fail epically at starting second drawing project. Spend three hours writing a paper, and more hours studying for a ridiculously hard French test.
After this week from hell(ish), I hope to have the following weekend:
- Go into New York City (with the crisp fall weather!)
- Check out two places I’ve been wanting to go to: Rice to Riches, and Alphabets
- Catch up with one my best friends
- Do my laundry
- Start my Biblical research paper
- Outline chapters for marketing
- Work on my next drawing project
- Catch up on TV shows I’ve missed
- Read for book editing class
- Keep working on editing manuscript midterm
Aaaaand, hopefully sleeping? That’d be very nice, I think.
As for now, I’m off to pack an overnight bag and drink some apple cider. :) Enjoy your weekend.